I've been married to my best friend's brother for six months, and we still haven't consummated our marriage. Furious, I called my best friend. "I can't take it anymore! I'm divorcing your brother." To my shock, my best friend started wailing on the other end of the line: "I can't take it anymore either! I'm divorcing your brother tomorrow!" 1 Hearing her say that, I froze. I almost forgot—my best friend and I had married each other's brothers. Thinking about it, her situation was actually a little more tragic than mine. They’d been married for six months, and she hadn't even had the chance to look at her man's body, let alone touch it. Unlike me. At least I'd gotten a peek. I sighed, speaking with the solidarity of two women trapped in the same miserable boat. "Babe, meet me at the club." "Let's go find some hot male models and actually feel something." ... I arrived before she did, secured a table, ordered some snacks, and started eating pistachios while waiting. Five minutes later, my best friend, Mia, swaggered in, wearing killer stiletto heels and sultry "feline" makeup. Without a word, she raised her hand and ordered a round of shots. I leaned in, desperate for the gossip. "What happened with you and my brother?" We were best friends for a reason. The moment I asked, she raised an eyebrow and shot the question right back. "What about you? What happened with my brother?" It was a classic standoff. Neither of us wanted to break first. I let out a heavy sigh. "He won't sleep with me!" Mia and I got married exactly one day apart. Initially, I only knew she had a brother who was a doctor, but I had no idea what he looked like. Until one day, a toxic client stressed me out so badly I developed a painful lump in my breast and had to go to the hospital. Terrified I'd get some creepy old male doctor, Mia specifically called in her "young, handsome" brother to examine me. I was skeptical about how handsome he could really be, but the reality hit me like a truck. The moment I saw Liam's face, my heart went into overdrive. It was the first time in my life I actually experienced love at first sight. Even with a surgical mask covering half his face, leaving only a pair of stunning, aloof eyes visible... I knew perfectly well that every single inch of him hiding under that white coat was exactly my type. After the appointment, I immediately demanded Mia give me his number. She warned me he was pretty cold and distant. I confidently declared that no man could resist my flawless, aggressive charm. And then, I was brutally humbled. While pursuing him, I sent a cute, flirty text: [Dr. Liam, did you have anything delicious today? ✨] He replied a full day later: [I had a salad.] Me: [...] Frustrated, I decided to take the offensive in person. I forced Mia to set up a movie date for us. We went to a horror movie. While Liam watched the screen with absolute stoicism, I let out a dramatic gasp and "accidentally" shrank back into his chest, trembling in fear. When he looked down at me, I blinked innocently, delivering the line I had rehearsed: "My chest still hurts a little... Dr. Liam, could you examine it again?" I thought my tone was perfectly calibrated—the ultimate, helpless damsel in distress. But instead of falling for it, he just stared at me heavily. Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, his eyes were like deep whirlpools, pulling me in and making my heart flutter wildly. The atmosphere was so intense, I was absolutely certain he was going to kiss me. But the next second, he rigidly pushed me away. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Ms. Davis, please focus on the movie, or you're wasting the ticket price." "..." 2 How can I even describe the look on my face at that moment? It was utterly humiliating. I had totally played myself! "I can't take it anymore, I seriously can't! Your brother is either completely asexual, or his plumbing is broken!" I lost my appetite for the pistachios. I grabbed the bottle of tequila, determined to drink until I forgot my name. Mia groaned in frustration and clinked her glass against mine. "I can't take it with your brother either! What a waste of a gorgeous face! His mouth must be infected with venom, it's so toxic!" "Remember that dress I bought a few days ago? The one you said looked amazing? I took a picture and sent it to him, and he literally replied that it was so tight it looked like it was tailored for a praying mantis! Has he ever seen a praying mantis with curves like this?!" I burst out laughing. Mia was just as superficial as I was. She fell in love with my brother, Ethan, at first sight too. We both basically forced our way into their lives and manipulated our way down the aisle. We thought married life was going to be a non-stop, steamy romance novel. Instead, it was drier than a monastery. "And I don't get it! Your brother is a lawyer—does he really have that many cases?! He practically lives in his home office! The only place we ever talk is on iMessage! I'm starting to suspect he has a side chick!" As Mia's accusations grew louder, I stared at the swirling liquor in my glass and nodded in aggressive agreement. "I think your brother has someone else too! I literally paraded around in front of him wearing lingerie, and he managed to resist pouncing on me! Just the other day, I asked him what flavor of condoms he liked, and he completely deadpanned, 'There's no rush'! "You know what they say: if a man has no desire for a woman, it means he has zero interest! It's infuriating! We're married and I haven't even gotten a taste of the goods!" "They're both absolute dogs." Mia patted my shoulder with profound, shared hatred. "Let's divorce them. I'll file tomorrow, you file the day after. We'll take half their assets and go live our best lives." That sounded exactly like my plan. 3 Mia and I were women of action. The very next day, we went back to get our marriage certificates and essential documents. Since she was divorcing first, I went with her to the Vance family estate. The estate was in the neighboring city, and we arrived completely unannounced. We assumed the massive mansion would be empty except for the staff. But when we walked in and saw a group of wealthy socialites playing Mahjong, we froze. I leaned in and whispered to Mia, "Didn't you say your mom was out of the country on vacation?" She looked just as panicked. "She posted vacation photos on Instagram yesterday! We're screwed. What if she figures out what we're doing?" Me: "Keep a low profile. Do you know where the documents are?" "I know exactly where they are!" she declared confidently. Mia's mom noticed us and her eyes lit up. "Oh my goodness! What a wonderful surprise!" Mia, sweating bullets, muttered a vague greeting and immediately dragged me toward the elevator. However, after tearing her old room apart, we couldn't find the documents anywhere. I couldn't just sit on the bed waiting, so I got up to help her search. Right then, Liam sent me a text. [Mom told me you went to the estate?] I thought for a second, then sent back a cute, nodding cartoon bunny sticker. Liam: [Have fun. I'll come pick you up after work. I'll ask the chef to make your favorite sweet and sour spare ribs.] I stared at that text for a solid minute. What was going on? Was Liam in an exceptionally good mood today? But last night, he had literally rejected me again... Thinking about it just made me angry. Last night, after Mia and I got blackout drunk, both our husbands showed up to drag us home. One for each. Mia threw a massive, drunken tantrum, while I was dead quiet. I had originally planned to demand a divorce right then and there, but I accidentally passed out in the car. When I woke up, Liam was carefully taking my makeup off with a wipe. In my eyes, his face was an absolute 10/10. The alcohol was fully in my system, and I was completely mesmerized by his long, elegant fingers. I grabbed his hand, pressed it against my chest, and drunkenly tried my old trick again. "Dr. Liam, my heart beats so fast when I see you. Could you soothe it for me?" I mumbled, leaning heavily against his chest. His breathing hitched. He told me to lie still and quickly finished wiping my face. When he spoke, his warm breath brushed against my ear, making my entire heart tingle. So, I started taking my clothes off. I pulled off my sweater, leaving only a thin silk slip, exposing my bare, pale shoulders. Drops of water from a damp cloth trailed down my collarbone, soaking into the silk. I was completely oblivious, feeling totally liberated, and lunged at him with hazy, seductive eyes. "Dr. Liam, we still haven't consummated our marriage, have we?" We were inches apart. The tension was thick enough to finally cross the finish line. Liam was sitting on the rug, and I straddled his lap. I thought we were finally going all the way. But he just pinched the bridge of his nose, and his large hands gently but firmly stopped me from unbuttoning his shirt. "Elena, you're drunk. Be a good girl and stay here. I'm going to make you some hangover soup, okay?" I froze instantly. I completely missed the gentleness in his tone. All I saw was that his deep, dark eyes were completely devoid of lust. Liam really, truly had zero sexual attraction to me. I burst into tears on the spot. "..." Remembering that humiliating scene, and now looking at his text, I frustratingly locked my screen and ignored him. Just then, the bedroom door opened slightly, and Mia's mom poked her head in. "What are you girls looking for?" Mia's brow was deeply furrowed. She was so frustrated from searching that she blurted it out without thinking. "We're looking for my marriage documents!" "..." 4 Chaos erupted. The entire house went into lockdown. The Mahjong ladies were immediately ushered out. In the living room. Mia's mom forced us to sit on the sofa, glaring at Mia with extreme suspicion. "You're getting a divorce?!" Knowing she couldn't hide it, Mia nodded with the grim resolve of a martyr. "Yes. I'm done. It's pointless." Mia's mom ground her teeth, furiously scolding her for being an idiot. "You were the one crying and screaming that you had to marry Ethan! Didn't you say you couldn't live without him?! Now what kind of stunt are you pulling?!" I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. To be fair, I had used every trick in the book to seduce Liam, too. But how was I supposed to know he was practically a monk?! I wished I had been born a man, then I could have just married my best friend! "Mom, you can't force a square peg into a round hole," Mia whined defensively. "Ethan doesn't love me at all." "I'm staying in the city. The city is full of hot male models! I can grab a random guy off the street and he'd be better than that cold-blooded bastard Ethan!" As soon as she finished her sentence, a tall, imposing figure walked into the room. My brother, Ethan, had rushed over. The usually immaculate, perfectly styled elite lawyer looked exhausted, his tie slightly askew, his face tight with anxiety. "Mia." He walked over to her, his tone stiff. "You want a divorce?" "Everything was fine. Why do you suddenly want a divorce?" Mia had sent a message to the family group chat, and everyone rushed over in a panic. Seeing Liam striding into the room, I pressed my lips together tightly. He radiated a cold, aloof energy. He walked over to me, and I subtly took a step back. "Not feeling well?" Seeing my pale face, he leaned in to ask. I didn't answer. I'm feeling sick because I'm looking at you! The atmosphere was incredibly tense. Ethan frowned deeply. He reached out to hug Mia, but she violently shoved him away. "Save your breath. I've already made up my mind." She glared at him with pure venom. "You can spend the rest of your life married to your court cases! Toxic lawyer!" With that, she grabbed my arm and tried to drag me out of the room. Liam quickly caught my wrist, his tone deep and serious. He finally spoke up. "Mia, marriage isn't a game." "And don't drag Elena into your mess." Mia looked at her brother like he had lost his mind. "Why are you trying to lecture me? You're getting divorced too." "..." The moment the words left her mouth, every single eye in the room snapped directly to me. ...
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